Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Night of the Bloody Spear
On the evening of December 22, 1866,
Smith Plant District in San Antonio, Texas,
A group of well-mannered Smith factory owners meet in a well-decorated house to discuss their plans for the change of ownership of Smith Company.
"Tom Smith, that old bastard is finally dead."
"You're not right, he's only about twenty years old, and he's a little bastard."
"Hahaha, engage in a set of disgusting rules and regulations, Lao Tzu, as the owner of Factory No. 16, has to commute to and from work every day."
"You also found some German barbarians who don't know English to be overseers, and even monitored us, treating us as fools who screwed up?"
"It's nothing, we are all managers of a factory, managing thousands of people, and we only have a salary of about 100 US dollars a month, and we haven't paid dividends, so why don't we call Hanako?"
"If there is no dividend, even the distribution channels of the goods cannot be managed, and they are only responsible for production."
After a few sips of tea, several middle-aged factory owners began to scold Tom as a "dead man", and they had long been dissatisfied with Tom's "weird" factory management system in this era.
Although they are all factories owned by Smith Company, compared to the Yankee consortium that gives certain dividends to factory managers as salary motivation.
Tom gave Smith the management positions at the factory area, all for dead wages.
Even if it is a top management, it is only a low and outrageous dead salary.
So how do you maintain the stability of the factory area?
Tom chose to take out the dividends that should have been given to the managers and distribute them to female employees under the premise that other treatments were exactly the same.
In addition to appeasing female employees, we also relied on unique payroll methods to appease male employees.
Female employees have been oppressed by this society for many years, and their families have very low expectations for the salary of female employees.
Female employees only need to be paid $0.2-0.4 a day or even less per day to reassure all employees.
(In the mid-nineteenth century, women were paid about one-third of what men were paid in England and even lower in the United States.) οΌ
And these managers, according to Yankey standards, have to pay dividends with at least five percent of their profits.
For the Smith Factory, a high-margin factory area that uses new chemical technology, the five percent profit is enough to double the salaries of all employees.
Tom's unique method of paying salaries can even reduce personnel salaries more than the Yankees' method of squeezing the bottom employees and relying on middle managers to forcibly suppress the bottom employees.
All the top management didn't even know how lucrative the Smith Factory District was, but with their years of experience in managing the factory.
Just looking at the size of the number of people in the Smith factory, we also know that the dividends are much greater than the wages.
What's more, Tom Smith can rely on this payroll to keep his company stable.
Tom's unique pseudo-modular production method does not allow for accidents in any factory.
And no matter how Tom fattened these middle managers to suppress the bottom.
As long as the bottom layer is not relatively satisfied, the phenomenon of shutdown will still occur.
"It's a good death."
"Now the Smith factory has been bought by more than a dozen Yankee consortiums, and several big rich people have said that in the future, 7 percent of the factory's profits will be used as a dividend for management."
"A few days ago, Master Lowell of the Boston Consortium gave me a few boxes of champagne, or not?"
"Here's a few, celebrate Tom's burial today!"
"Damn it, it's time to open the champagne."
Champagne was taken out of the cupboard by a factory manager.
"Poof!"
The most favorite sound of these factory owners is the crisp sound caused by the difference in air pressure when the cork is opened.
None of them thought about why Tom was reluctant to pay them more.
Is it because the high wages will cause the Smith factory to lose money?
Or is it because their role is not important?
Neither, it's just that Tom's upbringing gave him an innate aversion to this moth.
At the same time, Tom has no intention of keeping these middle managers for long.
In Tom's empire, no one but himself can divide up any of the value produced by the employees and farmers.
Temporarily recruited middle managers only need to follow their own orders, and no voices of resistance are allowed.
The so-called middle-level self-management right is, to put it bluntly, the right to self-corruption.
In particular, the 2,000-year-old history of the feudal monarchy of the Earth Dynasty has given Tom a glimpse of what kind of moths the middle managers are.
Tom once fantasized about what a wonderful scene it would be if he were the emperor and every command could reach the ears of the employees and farmers.
Back to reality, these middle-level moths have benefited from the overdrive of Smith.
Indeed, there is a bit of a taste of the Invisible Monarch in the Smith Factory District.
Tom is going to fight back with a fake death.
"Cheers, celebrate Tom Smith's burial!"
"Cheers!"
When a few people pushed the cups and changed the lamps, no one noticed that in the pitch black, several silver-white brand-new rifles were aimed at them.
"It's eight o'clock in the evening in one minute."
"Ready!"
A small commander in a black military uniform with epaulettes that looked like a squad leader looked at the pocket watch in his hand and began the countdown.
"Three ......"
"Two ......"
"One ......"
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By eight o'clock in the evening, gunshots, broken glass, and children cried in various locations across Texas......
Then came the sound of explosions and the burning of raging fires.
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"Cuckoo~"
"Cuckoo~"
"Cuckoo~"
The cuckoo clock, the favorite of the Germans, once again playfully poked out its cuckoo head.
Tom, who was sitting in his office, looked back and saw that it was already eight o'clock in the evening.
Tom put down the thick "New Management System of the Smith Factory District" in his hand, stretched out, and walked into the bathroom.
Unlike the average European and American tycoons who like to soak in the small porcelain bathtub, Tom, a native of northern China, likes to soak in a large bath of fifteen or sixteen square meters.
"Shhh~"
Every time he soaks in the hot tub more than a meter deep, Tom can feel a real "sense of home", and temporarily forget that he has become a young man with large pores, long hair all over his body, and German blood.
After taking a bath, Tom entered the sauna of his own design.
After the sauna, Tom lay on the waterproof bed paved with natural rubber and beckoned two personal bodyguards to have a hearty scrubbing session.
"I wonder how many people will die today?"
"Seven thousand and twenty-five boys, counting their families, how can there be one or two hundred thousand people, right?"
Tom, who was lying on the waterproof bed, began to calculate how many two or five boys he would have to deal with today.
Since Erwuzai wants to rob Tom of his right to speak and money, Tom kills Erwuzai's whole family in turn.
For a qualified factory owner, it is also a reasonable courtesy, right?
It's a pity that Tom miscalculated, in order to successfully "go undercover", these two or five boys dragged their families and used their families as covers.
An undercover agent sent by the light yankey. Including the family members, there are 15,000 people.
Coupled with the latest 25 families who have taken refuge in the past, there are more than 30,000 people.
More than 30,000 people, on this night that was criticized by later historians as the "Night of the Silver Gun", were sent back to their hometown by the armed forces of the Smith family.
At this point, Tom has officially cleared Texas of all dissenting voices within the Smith factory area.
As for whether these factories will be able to continue stable production in the future.
Then it will be up to us to see if Tom's newly assigned management can perfectly meet Tom's requirements.